Stab Him in The Throat

Stab him in the throat
 Tryna turn it into something (tryna turn it into something)
 What the fuck he been discussin'?
 He looking schwifty, man you shouldn't trust him
 That sucker's schwifty, man you shouldn't trust him
 Only came to show out, so the wrist is lit
 Step up in the club, if the bitch is thick
 Bouncer know the clique, so they get in quick
 Hopped up out the whip, same color Pickle Rick
 All up in the function with the blammer tucked (blammer tucked)
 Bouncer is a factor, better dap him up (dap him up)
 Slide a couple green ones and he backin' up
 Shawty bad as fuck and wetter than an aqueduct
 So she walked in free too
 Now that jaw-jackin' ol' motherfucka come up actin' a fool
 Put his big hand on her big ass without checkin' if it was cool
 She looked him dead in his eyeball
 And said, "You got til the count of two"
 That man gon' end up dead (dead, dead)
 He bumpin' his flappy folds to the feds (feds, feds)
 Plus she a hitter, he don't know (know)
 He got caught slippin' and she stab him in the throat (throat)
 He outta pocket, you should stab him in the throat (throat)
 He keep on talkin', you should stab him in the throat (throat)
 He stuntin' like he hard but he ain't trained to go
 If he ain't solid gonna stab him in the throat (throat)
 This one turnin' into something (this one turnin' into something)
 What the fuck he been discussin'?
 He lookin' schwifty, man you shouldn't trust him
 That sucker's schwifty, man go on ahead and bust him
 That's why you keep the pepper close
 That habanero have him leakin' Szechuan right there on the floor
 That's why she always plan to have a
 Knife, the club is goin' hammer right
 The chopper got no manners, certain standards that a man abides
 An eye is for an eye and so the crime can match the punishment
 He out there sayin' every line so she gonna take his tongue from him
 That way this canary won't be singin' much (won't be singin' much)
 He bleedin' out, you hear the bubbles when he breathe and stuff
 That's what happens when the paper trail is too long
 Go through his pockets, text him family on his new phone
 So they can figure what to say up on his tombstone
 And that's the way the news goes
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 That man gon' end up dead (dead, dead)
 He bumpin' his flappy folds to the feds (feds, feds)
 Plus she a hitter, he don't know (know)
 He got caught slippin' and she stab him in the throat (throat)
 He outta pocket, you should stab him in the throat (throat)
 He keep on talkin', you should stab him in the throat (throat)
 He stuntin' like he hard but he ain't trained to go
 If he ain't solid gonna and stab him in the throat (throat)
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 Stab him in the throat
 Stab him in the throat
 Gon' stab him in the throat
 Stab him in the throat